Nor pointed fpear, nor links of steel, O, tuneful bird, that glad'ft the skies, G To Daphne's window speed thy way; And there on quivering pinions rife, And if the deign thy notes to hear, Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd, The bird from Indian groves may shine; But ask the lovely partial maid, What are his notes compar'd to thine ? Then bid her treat yon witless beau, And all his flaunting race with scorn; And lend an ear to Damon's woe, Who fings her praise, and fings forlorn. V. Ah! ego non aliter triftes evincere morbos ΟΝ I trace the jovial spring in vain! Nor Nor flow'ry plain, nor budding tree, 'Tis true, my vine fo fresh and fair, But ere I afk once more to view Inform me, fwains; my friends, declare, SONG VI. The Attribute of VENUS. Y ES; Fulvia is like Venus fair; Has all her bloom, and shape and air : But ftill, to perfect every grace, She wants the fmile The crown majestic Juno wore; Her Her train was form'd of fmiles of loves Then fmile, my fair; and all whose aim Or bid her breathe in living stone, Shall take their forms from you alone. The Rape of the TRAP, a BALLAD; written at College, 1736. By the Same. WAS in a land of learning, 'T" The Mufe's favourite station, Such pranks, of late, Were play'd by a rat, All in a college-study, Where books were in great plenty, This rat would devour More fenfe, in an hour, Than I could write in twenty. His breakfaft, half the morning, He conftantly attended; And, when the bell For evening-fong, rung His dinner fcarce was ended. Huge Huge tomes of geo-graphy, And maps lay all in flutter; A river or a fea Was to him a dish of tea, And a kingdom-bread and butter. Such havoc, fpoil, and rapine, How freely he would dine He spar'd not ev'n heroics, On which we poets pride us : And would make no more Of King Arthurs, by the score, Than-all the world befide does. Was bought, you need not doubt on't; And fuch was the gin, Were a lion once in, He could not, I think, get out on't. |